number 348 love notes

i like notes on your car, notes on your bike, any kind of notes. we used to write them. cryptic ones and leave them on boys cars. sometimes they worked. i got one in my letterbox as a result of the notes on cars mischief. i wished i had not ripped up the notes that some crazy used to leave 3 years in a row on valentines day. same person. each year they got more creepy, but when they stopped it was kind of like oh...happy notes, notes of passion, notes of forgiveness, not useless notes to get all crazy over.

so when i got back to my car the other day and there was a white piece of paper flipping in the breeze - i was kind of like yes. until i could see the bold black pen. so it was a note..of the angry kind.

i casually inspected the kissing bumper bars. mine, to his. really, just only ever so slightly touching. so i moved the car forward.

'hey! HEY~! DID YOU NOT SEE THAT YOU MOUNTED MY CAR' - guy shaking with rage
'um, well, i just moved my car to see the damage your note mentions, and i actually think mounting is a SLIGHT exaggeration and as we are both standing here looking at this, i can't see one bit of damage can you?'
'YOUR CAR WAS MOUNTING MY CAR, do you do this type of thing on purpose'
'clearly my car was NOT mounting your car'
'I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE - is this the type of thing like to do on purpose' big on repeating this one.
'do you really think i want to crash in to your parked car on purpose, so i can then pay excess and increase my insurance premiums and RUIN your beautiful, shining beast that is parked here right before our eyes? ok, seriously buddy, you need to cool it. there is no mounting of ANY sort going on here. you go get crazy, but i am leaving now.'

drove off.